| Stable genius with a rare point of view
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| Rather short fuse always serving up some soul food
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| Sold verbal jewels peeps in my circle knew
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| I was surgical with facts to free us from servitude
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| Close to the nations capital I learned to move
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| Beyond the smoke and mirrors I had to discern the truth
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| They want us dead or in jail
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| They want us in debt and let these corporations set the bail
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| Its a prison, information is the main resource
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| Jacking up ingredients from the main source
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| We gave these motherfuckers a pass though
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| From divine being now we worshiping cash flow
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| Anything for a position inside the matrix
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| Took the knowledge from our ancient DNA and then erased it
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| Trying to make us feel weaker when we the strongest
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| Divide and conquer, we been suffering for the longest
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| Killer bees with yellow vests got me yelling SOS
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| You can try to kill us but our destiny’s to resurrect
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| Looks like they got it sown don’t it?
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| We can retrieve the throne and
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| Turn the tables in the closing moments
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| Victor Hugo with pen / always to shoot to win
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| The sole inheritor of the Hokuto Shin Ken
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| No longer victims, ain’t no lynching the lynchpin
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| Got em binging ruin ya faculties like in Princeton
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| Got a hole inside of my heart
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| That I can’t seem to fill up for nothing
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| I just try to play my part
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| But Something from within keep callin
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| Spark and light a torch in the dark
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| And the walls around me keep falling
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| Every good thing ends at the start
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| They can’t stop me cause I keep evolving
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| Weaponized joggers recognized the livest
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| Sporadic postures like the troops in Bosnia
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| Czechoslovakian boxers type discipline
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| Vice militant robbing the rich to fill the fridge
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| We ain’t having it, third world graduated
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| Thrashing the most expensive rapper you can collab it
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| Galactus, got the secret service trynna hack this
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| You can’t enter my thoughts, my mind is too elastic
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| Stand back, analyze reactions, slid him a 10
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| Oh shit, I passed the limit again?
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| Yo the god of Gab multi color bomber jackets riding a dollar cab
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| Only saluting those who acknowledge that
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| Monastery rap before the monetary crash
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| Took the pain of my people on my back and carried that
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| To my very last breath and my last steps
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| With a legacy that’s kept alive passed death |